If Snow ©

October 13, 2012

Snow in Stratford garden

If snow were brown and brittle

Instead of crisp and white,
If it drooped from boughs and branches
Through winter day and night.
The glittering flakes would rustle
With every breath of breeze,
As their sparkling perfect angles
Dangled gaily from the trees.
When winter finally faded
Warm air would melt that snow,
Transforming it to nothing
Leaving space for leaves to grow.
Author Berni Mac
©October 2012

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